Can I trust these eyes
As they scan across beds of lies
The beauty in the words
My heart burns
I need you to be
A calming of this sea
Not a metaphor of love
Spirit of the dove
Something I can feel
Let me know you are real
The soft touch of skin
We are akin
Don't let tears dry
And the blood in the earth cry
Fulfill your word
Or leave us to what we deserve
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:41 PM UTC
Can I trust these eyes
As they scan across beds of lies
The beauty in the words
My heart burns
I need you to be
A calming of this sea
Not a metaphor of love
Spirit of the dove
Something I can feel
Let me know you are real
The soft touch of skin
We are akin
Don't let tears dry
And the blood in the earth cry
Fulfill your word
Or leave us to what we deserve